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I cried myself to sleep for the past few days.
I've locked myself in my room for the past few days and refused to eat or drink.
Why am I torturing myself? They keep asking me that from behind the door, and my answer to that is: I am not doing this intentionally.
I just want out.
I've considered jumping out the window, but the leap won't kill me.
I need something to give me hope, because I'm losing hope.